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STILL RETAINED HIS BELIEF. 6H0PP1N IN FRANCE IS EASY.
Listener Kindly Supplied Most Imper-.Two Centuries Ago English Children Ludicrous Mistake in French Lav Carried Pipes to School. Hard to Correct. Magistrate Clearly Had No High Opin ion of Supreme Court. Col. Blank, a police magistrate of Toronto, has a local reputation for dis pensing justice in his equity mill with no especial regard for the Intricacies of the law. The colonel is highly re spected in the community. Every man gets equal and exact justice In his court Sometimes the lawyers appeal from his decisions, claiming they are not based on the law as it stands on the books. The defense in a case of some moment appealed once, and kept on appealing until the court of last re sort was reached. The colonel came into his office one morning and was met by a legal friend. "Good morning, 'colonel," said the friend, "I must congratulate your lord ship this morning." "What is the provocation?" "Haven't you seen the morning pa pers? The supreme court has con firmed your judgment in the case of So-and-So." "Well," the colonel replied, as he drew off his gloves, "I still believe I'm right." ACTED UPON BY SUGGESTION. That Thought May Produce Blister on Hand, Is Medical Fact. It is not generally known that thought may produce a blister on the hand or an ulcer on the foot, as well as many other actual physical changes in one's organism which are little short of miraculous. I have no doubt that St. Francis of Assisi re ceived the stigmata of the crucifixion on his hands and feet as historically described. I have no doubt, because its possibility has been put to the proof within the past few years, and by a friend of mine whom I will name. Prof. Krafft Ebing of Vienna told a young woman he would place a small fly plaster upon her which would pro duce a blister in a few hours. He actually only put a postage stamp upon the skin, without her knowledge, and covered it over so securely with bandages that she could not interfere with it. The blister appeared as sug gested. Frederick Peterson, M. D., in Collier's. Men Do Not "Nag." Men as husbands are not so faithful as women; they are not so tender; they do not forgive, as women do, con duct which disgraces them publicly; they are not so patient with physical pain; but they have a. shining virtue they do not nag! It is not like a man to thresh out an old injury after every grain of cir cumstance has been extracted and the flail raises nothing but dust. Nor is it like a man to tumble into the traps of his own logic and rescue himself by a burst of temper or a flood of tears. Men fly into passions over trifles just about as much as women, and often more violently. Their language, for in stance, In regard to overdone beef steak frequently is not fit for a lady's ears. And it seems irrational to be upset, as men are, by the misbehavior of collar buttons. Still, it may be ad mitted that while they fly into pas sions they do not fly into the same passions again and again. And when they forgive they forgive; they do not simply take the offense away and put It in cold storage. Octave Thanet in Harper's Bazar. Danger Will Still Be Braved. A medical journal in issuing a warn Ing against kissing tells of a younc man who was inoculated with a seri ous illness by a friendly kiss from a young woman. He, in turn, kissed hfc fiancee, the journal in question neg lecting to state whether she knew of the prior kiss. The fiancee kissed her girl friends, they kissed their sweet hearts and everybody got sick. In an other case a tuberculous young woman kissed her sweetheart, and both died within the year. But in spite of these awful warnings and advice about either nonosculation or antiseptic osculation, kissing in the good old fashioned way will continue popular. Thoughts. It is very important to cultivate businesslike habits. An eminent friend of mine assured me not long ago that when he thought over the many cases he had known of men, even of good ability and high character, who had been unsuccessful in life, by far the most frequent cause of failure was that they were dilatory, unpunctual, unable to work cordially with others, obstinate in small things, and, in fact, what we call unbusinesslike. Lord Avebury. Law. Of law there can be no less acknowl edged than that her seat is the bosom of God, her voice the harmony of the world; all things in heaven and earth do her homage, the very least as feel ing her care, and the greatest as not exempted from her power; both angels and men and creatures of what condi tion soever, though each in different sort and manner, yet all with uniform consent, admiring her as the mother of their peace and joy. Richard Hooker. Things Have Changed. No longer do a ring, a thimble, and a piece of money answer for a fortune telling cake for girls. No, indeed! The day is long past when marriage, splnsterhood and rich inheritance were the only careers open to the sex. A twentieth-century cake must have a tiny glass bottle standing for either a doctor or a trained nurse, a little china doll meaning a teacher, and as many other symbols as the ingenuity of the Jiottess may devise. Saleswomen Are Remarkably Adept at Their Business. That the saleswomen In European shops are wonderfully quick-witted has often been noted. This is especially true of the French. Many of them, without understanding English, will in terpret correctly the comments Ameri cans make aside when examining goods, simply by studying their ges tures and facial expressions. Once in Brussels we were looking at gloves. To my certain knowledge the sales woman was wholly unacquainted with the English language. My companion said privately to me: "I am afraid these gloves will spot." "O, no, madame," the saleswoman instantly interrupted, In French, "they will never spot at all." In Boulogne-sur-Mer, at a shop for men's furnishings, I asked for dress shirts. A very bright young woman gave me a quick, sharp glance, and then brought some specimens. They bore no distinguishing marks as to size. "Is there some man here who can take my measure?" I asked. "That is not necessary, sir," she replied, very sweetly. "Are you sure these will fit me?" "Perfectly." "But how can you tell?" I argued, uncon vinced. "Why, sir," she explained in surprise at my doubt, "I looked at you." So I took the shirts to my room and tried them on, and surely enough, they were the best fit I ever had. Travel Magazine. INSISTED ON HOLE IN COFFIN. Through It Col. Butler's Triumphant Pigtail Should Protrude. Thomas Butler, a colonel in the army of the United States early in the nineteenth century, died in New Or leans in 1S05 in the midst of his cele brated controversy with Gen. Wilkin son regarding the wearing of his queue. Col. Butler insisted on wearing his hair in the old-fashioned style -in dis obedience to Wilkinson's orders. Ac cording to Pierce Butler in his biog raphy of Judah P. Benjamin, while the dispute was still raging Butler died and left directions that a hole should be bored in the head of his coffin and that he should be borne to the grave with his triumphant pigtail protruding in defiance. The family tradition is that these directions were carried out. Reading for Improvement. Any girl with an ordinary public school education can do something to improve her mind a little every day. She can read a page of some good book a book of travel, or a book of history, or a book of poems, or a book of essays and she can think of what she has read, and by copying in a blank book a few sentences or lines which impress her, she can improve her knowledge of spelling and phras ing, so that she will acquire after a year or such practice a better educa tion than many high school graduates possess. Any librarian will advise an ambitious girl what books to read for self-culture. To read a novel hurried ly, just for the sake of knowing "how it comes out," is only a waste of time and brain power. Good novels are worth reading, but they should leave something in the mind besides the story, or they are better left unread. Always Light in the Sky. "The sky," says the Scientific Amer ican, "is never dark. This, however, is not due to the sun, but to the stars. The Milky Way is above the horizon in summer in our latitude, and it gives a great deal of light by night, enough to make the night sky of that, time brighter than when it is not a part of our night sky, as is the case in winter. Then, loo, the stars which cannot be seen by the unaided eye give us much light. The stars which are not visible to the eye give more light than those which are visible." Would Not Have It Lessened. Dr. Walter C. Smith, the popular Scotch poet-preacher, on one occasion tried to explain to an old lady the meaning of the scriptural expression, "Take up thy bed and walk," by say ing that the bed was simply a mat or rug easily taken up and carried away. "No, no," replied the lady. "I canna believe that. The bed was a regular four-poster. There would be no mira cle in walking away wi' a bit o' mat or rug on your back." Now He Could Die Satisfied. The dying Englishman laughed, faintly and reservedly, as became his race. "What ails the man?" asked the vicar, the heir, the younger son in the army, the younger son in the church, the keeper of the lodge and the stolid barrister. "It Is the joke he heard in America in his youth," whispered the nurse. "He has just grasped the significance." No Harm Done. Goodart You didn't actually telL him that I didn't think him much of a poet? Wiseman Sure. Goodart O! I wouldn't have had ' you do that for the world Wiseman Nonsense! That doesn't hurt him. It only makes him pity you. Catholic Standard and Times. Some Time Ago. Miss Knox What was it you said , about Miss Gidday? Mr. Goodley I said her age sur prised me greatly. She doesn't look 30, does she? Miss Knox No, not now. I suppose she did, though, at one time. Stray Stories. Cause sf Deacon's Opposition to Mas tor's Exchange of Pulpits. Although the Rev. Mr. Carter knew that the senior deacon of his new church was a thrifty New Englander, he was not entirely prepared for some of the evidences of Deacon Getchell's peculiar thrift. "I don't know as I favor your exchanging with the Har borville minister more than once in the year," said the deacon, shaking his head at Mr. Carter's suggestion of a second exchange. "I thought you all enjoyed his preaching," said the minister, with surprise. "I had understood so." "That's not the point," said the dea con's chin took on the look so familiar to his family and friends. "The point is that we pay $5.25 more a Sunday for our pulpit than they do over to Harborville. So when you go over there It's just the same as making the Harborville church a present of that sum, and what I'm saying is that once a season's enough for us to con tribute to their support." Youth's Companion. ACT AS SPUR TO MAN'S PRIDE. Love and Belief Are Powerful Agents for Reformation. Love and belief in a man can never hurt him. It will always act as a spur to his pride, which is invariably close to -a man's love, whilst it ha9 little or nothing to do with a woman's. Even when the schoolboy falls in I love with the little girl in pinafores, his first instinct is to acquit himself in her eyes in some magnificent way to knock out some other boy, or in timidate a foe. This instinct remains with men un til they die, just as girls from the cradle or inspired by love seek beauty to appear lovely in the eyes of their adorers. And the masculine pride and prow ess and strength are what the wise girl will use in her desire to reform some man who is merely weak. Nagging drives such men into the depths. Every look of derision, snub, insult, sinks the iron deeper into their souls. Exchange. A Harder Job. The tributes to the popularity of Mr. Hammond's son pleased the father, who was the oldest summer resident of Shrubville. They pleased him the more because they came from natives of the soil, whose good opinion could not be forced in any way. "He's a real good boy that boy o' yours," said Capt. llollis Towne, and Capt. Lothrop James added his word of approval. "I like the cut of his jib," he an nounced, with decision, 'and I like his ways; he ain't too forth-putting, nor yet he ain't too stand-offish. "Thiiu: of It is you and his ma havent tried to have him 'brought up,' same as most of the summer folks do with their children; he's just been raised" like we were, and that's why he ?:ots on with everybody in this town, sir!" Youth's Companion. A Fairy Story of To-Day. They were going to the theater. He had reached home at 6:30 o'clock, and an hour later was ready to start. There was just time to reach the play house by eight. She had had nothing to do all afternoon except to dress, yet it was S:l when she came from her room with her hat and coat on. "I am afraid we shall be late," she said. "You look so lovely," he replied, kissing her, "that it would have been worth waiting another hour for you." No. they were not bride and bride groom. They had been married ten years. But what is the use of telling you any more? As you can see by this sample, you wouldn't believe it, anyway. Their Marks. "The seal or signet ring," said a jeweler, "once had a very practical use. In the Middle Ages, when no body but the priests could write, men stamped documents with their signet rings, as the illiterate now make their marks. "The signet rings of noblemen bore the owner's crest or arms. The rings of merchants bore intricate mono grams, trademark or the like. There are certain old continental firms that preserve in cabinets the seal rings worn by their founders rings whose seals are inscribed with the trade marks still in use." Not That Color. Willie lost his pet dog and was much distressed. He spent his time search ing for it, and so often did he run Into the house crying, "Come quick; there's Fido! I saw him!" the family grew somewhat dubious. One day Willie rushed in more excit ed than usual. "Mamma, mamma!" he cried, "I've seen Fido! I've seen Fido!" "Oh, no; I guess not," replied the patient mother. "It must have been your Imagination." Willie looked at her, much ag grieved. "Well," he said indignantly, "I guess my 'magination Isn't white behind." Exchange. Disappearing Home Life. The flat dweller ought not to keep a dog, prefers not to keep a cat, cannot have a garden, has no chance of keep ing house, has no possible place for memories and, most emphatically of all, has no use or accommodation for babies. Although It may be possible to make homes without kittens, or babies, or flowers, or memories, or cupboards, the spirit of home is hard to woo and win without any of them. JTortnightly Review. tant Part of Story. "Then," said the teller of the thrilling war story, "the intrepid general swung himself on his trusty steed." The listeners leaned forward. "And plunged through fire and smoke onward where duty called him." The suspense began to grow breath less. "About him scores of men dropped dead or wounded." The suspense finished growing breathless. "But still he galloped onward, erect and fearless. At last he reached the front ranks. He waved his sword. With a wild cheer the shattered ranks closed up. Led by that intrepid man, f.hey advanced. Everywhere the enemy gave way before him. The day was won. He had snatched victory from defeat." "I beg your pardon," remarked one of the audience. '"How's that?" "You mean from 'the jaws of de feat,' don't you?" "I do. You are quite right. I thank you for the correction." And the stickler for correctness in metaphor leaned back in his chair, well satisfied with himself. WAS NO PLACE FOR LUCINDA. Unfortunate Reference to "Ha'nts" Drove Colored Maid Forth. When the southern lady left town and moved to the old manor house of her ancestors, she was accompanied by her maid. "And i:ow, Lucinda," remarked the mistress, as she showed the maid through the gloomy old mansion, "here are the haunts of my great-graadpar-ents." The next day Lucinda packed her trunk and started for the station. "But what in the world is the mat ter?" demanded her mistress, in sur prise. "Haven't we treated you right?" "Oh, yes," assured Lucinda, keep ing an eye on the dark, wide hall ways. "Then why In the world are you leaving without notice?" "Ah can't help it, missus; Ah can't help it. Ah couldn't think ob workin' any place where dere was ha'nts." Aunt Harriet's Omnipotence. In the Beecner family the name of Mrs. Stowe was often quoted to the rising generation as one having au thority. On one occasion a grand niece of Mrs. Stowe became very angry at a playmate and, stamping her foot, said: "I hate you, and I don't want anything more to do with you, nor your man servant, nor your maid servant, nor your ox, nor your ass." Her mother sternly reproved her, asking her if she knew what she was saying. Little Miss Beecher promptly replied: "Yes, the ten command mends." "Well, do you know who wrote them?" The child, looking disgusted, an swered: "Goodness, yes! Aunt Harriet did, I s'pose." Woman's Journal. How to Keep Young. It is true that the neophobia of the old ha3 its cause in mental attitude rather than in physical decay. It is not that the mental power Is less, but it is natural for a man to rely on the thinking he did in his twenties and to refuse to reopen questions he "set tled" half a lifetime ago. This atrophy of thought can be avoided if the danger is foreseen, and a man deliberately forms the habit of breaking thought habits. It can be escaped if a man recognizes that he is borne on a stream of social change and that, instead of trusting to the perspective in which things appeared in his youth, he must look and look again. From Social Psychology, by E. A. Ross. Bloom on the Egg. "I know these eggs, at least, are fresh," said the young housewife. "As I took them from the basket, a white bloom, like the down of a peach, came off my hands." Her husband, a food expert, gave a sneering laugh. "In that case," he said, "I will fore go my usual morning omelette. That bloom, as you so poetically call it, is lime dust. It shows that the eggs are pickled. Lime dust, which rubs off like flour, Is the surest test we have for pickled eggs a not unwholesome article, but not to be compared with the new-laid sort." Dolls Become Idols. A lady missionary recently left Croydon for Qua Iboe, on the west coast of Africa, taking with her a large assortment of dolls to give to na tive girls. On arrival, however, the missionary already there decided that the Intend ed gifts should not be distributed, "be cause," it is explained, "the instinct of worship would in all probability exalt the dolls to the position of idols." So they are all being sent back to Eng land. Careers for Young Men. In a wider sense than ever the world lies all before the young especially the young who possess ability for them to choose. Many possible careers He open to a man where only one pre sented itself 50 years ago. Able men find many other openings, each and all more financially remunerative. The church has ceased to be one of thej three professions to which a young man's eyes were Inevitably turned. ! 2 gaiiay Strand. ' The practice of juvenile smoking In this country in the seventeenth cen tury was practically universal, says the London Chronicle. Jorevin de Rochefort, a French traveler of that period, in an account published In 1671 gives a description of an evening he spent in Worcester. He was catechised by one of the townsmen as to the hab its of the French poeple. "While we were talking about the town," he writes, "he asked me if it was the custom in France, as in England, that when the children went to school they carried in their satchels with their books a pipe of tobacco which their mother took care to fill early in the morning, it serving them instead of breakfast, and that at the accustomed hour every one laid aside his book to light his pipe, the master smoking with them and teaching them how to hold their pipes and draw their to bacco, thus accustoming them to it from their youths, believing it abso lutely necessary for a man's health." HOW BEETHOVEN BECAME DEAF. Injured in Excess of Anger Caused by Importunate Tenor. Beethoven gave the following ac count of how he became deaf to Charles Neate: "I had to deal with a tiresome and capricious tenor. I had already writ ten two great arias to the same words, neither of which pleased him, and also a third, which he did not care for the first time he tried it, but which he took away with him. I was thanking heaven that I was rid of him and bad settled down to something else when in less than an hour I recognized his knock at the door. "I sprang up from my table in such a rage that as the man came in at the door I flung myself on the floor as they do on the stage I fell on my hands, and when I got up I found I was deaf. The doctor taid I had in jured the nerves." Lovers of the great master can oc cupy themselves thinking of things they would like to do to the luckless tenor. Why They Quit the Farm. One farm hand has learned the cause of so many sons and daughters and well-meaning, reliable farm hands leaving the beautiful farm and coun try and going to the city. A lack of order and system on the farm and too long hours for a day are what is driv ing the best minds from the farm to 'the city and shop, he says. What can we expect of a hand, or the farmer's wife and her posterity, in the way of intellectual development when they get out of their beds at 3:30 in the morning and work from that time un til eight or nine p. m.? And no at tention paid to the sanitary conditions of the home and necessary conven iences on the farm for doing the farm wryk with the least labor and time. Norwich - ( Conn.) Record. Wanted the Painkiller. Whenever two-year-old Ruland bumped his Inquisitive head or bruised his adventurous body a bottle of some good old-fashioned lotion was brought out and some cf its soothing contents applied to the injured part. Recently Ruland received his first spanking, an experience which was to him totally new. strange and mystifying. About all he understood of it was that it hurt and immediately after being al lowed to wrijrgle off of the maternal knee he toddled toward the shelf on which stood his old friend, the bottle, and with hands upraised fried implor ingly: "Botty, botty. give Wuland bolty twick." Kansas City Times. Revealing Ancient History. In Laconia, Greece, where excava tions are being carried on vigorously by English archeologists, the latest finds confirm many assertions by an cient authors concerning the Spartans. It becomes definitely known that Lace daemonia was formed by the union of five villages; that only priestesses and citizens fallen in battle were buried; that children were birched in public, etc. But the most fortunate discovery is that of the most ancient Doric temple known. It dates from 500 B. C. It is built partly of wood and partly of sun-baked bricks. An' Experienced Walker. Champion Hayes of Marathon fame, praised at a dinner in New York a walker. "He is a walker?" someone said. "Yes," said Mr. Hayes, "and the next race he enters, mark me, he will win." "Why, I didn't know he had had any experience as a walker," said the other In a puzzled voice. Mr. Hayes laughed. "No experience as a walker, eh?" said he. "And the fellow's owned an $80 second-hand motor car for the last two years!" Not the Kind They'd Keep. "Is your climate rather changeable? asked the tourist. "No, It Isn't," answered the old set tler who always contradicts. "If It was, don't you suppose we'd have changed it for something else years ago?" Stray Stories. Striving to Please. "Yes," said the housewife; "yours la a sad story. But it isn't the same story you told last year." "Well, lady," answered Plodding Pete, "you surely wouldn't expect a man to go all dat time an not show any improvement!" Curious difficulties occasionally be set young people who wish to marry in Franca A young Frenchman pro posed recently to a a UUe. Eugenie, and was accepted. The parents be gan collecting the mass of legal pa pers required ior French marriages. Among the first to be obtained was Mdlle. Eugenie's birth certificate, and when they got it they found that she was registered a boy. She is put down in the big book as a male, and a male she remains legally and admin istratively. Her parents pointed out first, that she was obviously, de facto, a girl; second, that the Christian name of Eu genie entered in the register was fem inine; and third, that if she had been a boy she would already have been called up for the conscription, being of age. The authorities replied that none of these arguments were legally and administratively valid, and that she continued to be a boy. Administrative reports, procedure, and a decision of the courts, all at the parents' expense, will be required before the law acknowledges Mdlle. Eugenie to be of the feminine sex and allows her to marry. WITH THE AIR HE BREATHED. Emigrant frsm the Green Isle Ab sorbed Americanism. How long it requires an Irishman to become an American is another story. The federal statutes, of course, have their own crude opinions on the sub ject; but those authorities are apt to be influenced by prosaic fact rather than by divine instinct. It is told of two steerage passengers whose steamer entered New York on the morning of the glorious Fourth, that one of them, an Englishman, lis tened a few minutes to the tremendous cannonade and cracker firing that ushered in the dawn of Freedom. At last he turned to his companion and wondered what was the meaning of all the "blooming row." The other smiled scornfully. "Arrah, g'wan. you foreigner! This is the daj( we bate yees!" Sunday Magazine. Rare Gases in the Air. Samples of pure air from a height of eight asd one-half miles have been collected by Teisserence de Fort, the French investigator, hi his observa tions on the rare gases, especially argon, neon and helium. The collect ing apparatus a vacuum tube drawn out to a fine point at one end was carried up by a large sounding bal loon. At the desired height an elec tromagnetic device operated by a barometer broke off the point admit ting the air, and a few minutes later a second contact sent a battery cur rent through a platinum wire around the broken end, melting the glass and sealing the tube. All samples thus obtained show argon and neon, no helium being found in air from above six miles. The Way to His Vote. Lord Beaconsfield's skill in picking up stray votes was well knowr An il lustration of it is given in a recent book by Mr. Henry W. Lucy. At the time that the "Imperial Titles Bill" was pending there was a certain pompous little Irishman, Dr. O'Leary, who seemed manageable and was de sirable. One evening in the lobby, Disraeli laid a hand familiarly on hla shoulder. "Dear Dr. O'Leary, the resemblance is most striking!" he said. "I really thought I saw again my old friend, Tom Moore." The vain little gentleman was cap tured. Youth's Companion. Lost Appetite. A plant was found in India, a spe cies of "veratrumi," a small portion of which was taken medicinally by a vic tim of dyspepsia. He could neither eat nor drink without the greatest ag ony, yet he had to ride 30 miles a day in his avocation. After the second dose his stomach was renewed and his appetite returned. The plant is called "Indian's root." Let us have a kit of it. There are 7,000,000 adults in America who have no stomachs. They approach the breakfast table in fear and trembling, crying: "Oh, my God; have I got to eat again.'" N. Y. Press. Skating, i Skating is believed tovhave been In vented in northern Europe in prehis toric times. William FitzStephen speaks of it in London, toward the end of the twelfth century"; but It did not really catch hold until the Cavaliers who had been in exile with Charles II. brought it with them from Holland. On December 1, 1662, Mr. Pepys, hav ng occasion to cross the park, "first in my life, it being a great frost, did see peo ple sliding with their skates, which is a very pretty art." On the 8th he went purposely to see the sight and again found it "very pretty." A Natural Cause. "I think," said the smart child, re flectively, "that Hungary must be the most human-like of all the nations." "Why so, my child?" asked the fond papa. "Because," the smart child answered, "it Is governed by its Diet." Not for Him. The Poet I understand you have furnished rooms for rent? The Landlady The only thing I have at present is a handsomely fur nished suite on the first floor. The Poet I'm afraid that would to a little too sweet for me. ,